3 December 2020 Ellen Glasgow No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.
3 December 2020 Ellen Glasgow It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
3 December 2020 Ellen Glasgow A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.
